"You are tired, _ma chere_. You shall listen."
He began to play an old French _chanson_ that once they had sung
together, and Maud leaned back on a deep settee near him and dreamily
surrendered herself to its charm.
Charlie's touch had always been a sheer delight to her. It held her now
with the old sweet spell. His spirit spoke to hers with an intimacy which
ordinary converse had never attained. It was by his music that he first
had spoken to her soul. In music they were always in complete accord.
She was half-asleep in her corner with the old dog lying at her feet when
Jake and Bunny came in, and Saltash very swiftly, with muffled chords,
brought his performance to an end.
He sprang to his feet. "I've been making love to your wife, Jake," he
said, "and she has been heroically but quite ineffectually trying to keep
me at a distance. I'd better go before I'm kicked out, eh?"
"Don't go on my account!" said Jake.
Saltash's brows twitched comically. "Generous as ever! But I'm a rotten
villain, Jake. I never could keep it up, and your virtuous presence is
the last straw. Good-bye--and many thanks!"
He held Maud's hand in his right and stretched his left to Jake with a
smile half whimsical and half derisive.
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